From: Shonda
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2003 10:42:51 PM America/Los_Angeles
To: Sandie
Subject: The Lambs are Screaming...
Tonight's show was all that and a bucket o' chicken!
(Yes, I just said bucket o' chicken. I get crazy when I'm happy. Shut up and read.)
Here's the breakdown:
1) FREAKS ON PARADE: Diane Warren. Man, that chick is weird. She is FREAK-EE with a capital FREAK. She has the scary soft voice of someone who got her lunch money stolen a lot in junior high and the wide eyes of deer caught in speeding headlights. She obviously could use some time with a good hairdresser but I won't hold that against her because boy, can she write some love songs. Which is weird because I read somewhere that she lives alone and she spends most of her time with these giant pet birds. She made for a bad judge because she, like Paula, feels it necessary to engage in a love fest each time she opened her mouth.
2) ANNOYING CHATTER: The Mr. Personality references from Simon, Randy and Ryan. Nothing but obvious "product placement" foisted on our host and judges by the powers that be at Fox. As if ANYTHING could make us watch that show again after last night. Like anybody could fall in love with a guy stupid enough to wear a heinous rubber head for three weeks...
3) REWIND MOMENT OF THE NIGHT: Simon outed Ryan on the show. Okay, I had to rewind and play this again and again to be sure I heard correctly. Then I called Debbie and made her rewind and play just for a second source confirmation. So I am POSITIVE about this: Simon outed Ryan on the show. You shriek: "What?" You ask: "Huh?" You plead: "No!" YES, Y'ALL! I saw it! Here, now, I will re-enact for you the outing.
Ryan: Everybody this is Simon's girlfriend! Isn't she cute?
(Cheers from audience, struggles for freedom from poor girl who is so pretty that she is obviously with Simon for the money and is horrified to be shown on national TV without her good belly ring in.)
Ryan: Now, our next contestant...SIMON! Don't say a WORD.
(Ryan points to Simon in warning)
(and here it comes...GET READY PEOPLE!)
Simon: Where's Arthur?
(Randy's face goes slack from shock. He pales, then laughs nervously.)
Ryan: ANYWAY...
"Where's Arthur?" As in, "You've shown my girlfriend, let's see your boyfriend." Now, Ryan can be as gay as he wants to be. It's all good with me. And if he's in a relationship, it's all good with Arthur too, right? Ryan, say it loud! You're gay and you're...oh, wait. You're not proud, you're HIDING IT! Shame on you for not being the gay American Idol for millions of gay teens! (Although if he is hiding it, it's kinda mean of Simon to out him like that.)
4) JUDGE RANT: Okay, Paula was like she always is -- so cute and sweet and kind that you want to lock her in a room and force her to listen to her own music. Now, Randy was on something. Because he had NO PATIENCE for bad singing. The "Dude...Dawg..." was totally tempered by his simmering rage that these people will go on to have better, more famous careers than his own. Now, Simon...I don't like Simon much (mainly because he gets to go on TV and say what I'm thinking) but tonight he was DEAD ON THE MONEY. I actually fell off the sofa laughing at his assessment of Carmen. So now I have my very own A.I. injury.
5) THE PLAYERS: Next to the outing of Ryan, this was the best part. Here it goes:
K-LO (I love that name, Sandie!): She was FAB-U-LOUS! Truly. She sounded amazing and she makes me wish I could sing (cause y'all know I can't carry a tune). I was digging the highlights (thank you, Herbal Essence). But once again, I WAS NOT DIGGING THE STYLIST! Why must we be subjected to views of K-Lo's thigh fat and booty jiggles? Now, I am down with the larger woman. Hell, I AM a larger woman. And I know not to leave the house, let alone get on National TV, with my booty in a zip code of its own. K-Lo, smart girl that she is, probably knows it too. The stylist on the other hand...perhaps I should say that in quotes..."stylist". Because the "stylist" ain't styling too well. Once again, I plead that she be FIRED so that K-Lo may shine, may paint with all the colors of the wind, may feel the wind beneath her wings...
Sorry. I went all Diane Warren on you all. Anyway, I love that Simon thinks K-Lo could win the competition because she's been my pick from the moment they ejected Frenchie.
CLAY: Future Phantom of the Opera star. He's wonderful. He's fabulous. I adore him and I know he'll be around until at least the top two. Enough said. Oh, also, I also think he was looking pretty damn cute in a pixie, sprite-y, forest creature-y, Disney animation kind of way. Which means little girls must be swooning for him.
TRENYCE: Note to Miss Thing: There are no tiaras and scholarships here. So drop the act. THIS AIN'T THE MISS AMERICA PAGEANT! Now you know I think she can sang. I definitely think she has some talent and will probably get a nice big recording contract even if she doesn't win. But if she doesn't stop that fake smiling, super sweet-acting, "I Just Want World Peace" thing, she is going to get voted off the show SOON. Simon was right when he said that she had no discernible personality. She's too busy trying to lull us into forgetting that her name is LaShundra. All I have to say is that when Ryan asked her what she did in her free time, I shouted "She SHOPLIFTS!" at the TV. Stop trying to snow us with your Miss Teen America act and be yourself, girl. Okay, not totally yourself. I don't want to hear about you pocketing a few things from the Wal-Mart...
JOSH: I sighed. I sighed some more. I covered my ears. I hit the mute button. You know you sound bad when your own wife won't even give you a standing ovation. What was that noise he was making? Was that supposed to be singing? Was he trying to communicate with dogs? Josh needs to get back to the Marines before that beer belly spins out of control. Nothing makes America lie awake uneasy under the banner of freedom more than the notion of an overweight soldier with bad highlights protecting our safety.
CARMEN: I get down on my knees every night and pray to the gods of hair extensions and high school musicals that Carmen will be sent back to whatever scary hellmouth she rose out of. Satan's Handmaiden took a perfectly beautiful song and mangled it beyond recognition. She wanted to show her range? RANGE? (insert hysterical laughter here). If Josh failed to communicate with dogs, Carmen definitely succeeded. Why must I be tortured in this manner? Why must AMERICA be tortured in this manner? Do we not suffer enough from the burns of Ryan Starr? Must we continue to be punished? Simon's comment that Carmen has no chance of winning the show had me dancing in glee. Unfortunately, Ryan once again ruined it by soliciting pity votes for the Goat Girl. Can he STOP with that already? SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME! Please make the lambs stop screaming...
RUBEN: Okay, I saw a sign in audience that said "Ruben Puts the "Stud" in Studdard". Which was adorable. Y'all know I have no objectivity on the Ruben front. Love me some Ruben. Even if he is as dumb as a post. He opens his mouth to sing and I lose my mind. Don't know what that's about. Perhaps medication is needed. Anyway, he was great as usual tonight. Although I DO think Simon's comment about K-Lo was very interesting. Could it be possible for her to beat Ruben and Clay? I don't know about that...
Okay. I'm out. Keep your fingers and toes crossed that Carmen's pact with Satan ends tomorrow night...
This is Shonda, live from my sofa.